We All Get Older, We Don't All Get Grown.

I left the island this morning for my flight to Clark, in Angeles City. I was much more comfortable this time with the process of tricycles, paying fees, boat ferry, more fees and tri's, etc... While I was in the airport in Caticlan wiating for my flight, the power went out multiple times. The problem with that is that the aircon and fans turned off in a small waiting room full of 100+ people...on a hot day...not cool. Finally my plane got there and it just so happened to be the smallest plane I've ever flown in. I've never been on a flight where I could actually reach over and tap the pilot on his shoulder. There were no pre-flight instructions, no intercom, and the funny part is that I was the closest person, on the whole entire plane, to the Emergency Exit. I had to teach myself what to do in an emergency, haha! And although I was inhaling exhaust the whole time, suprisingly it was one of the smoothest landings ever.

Prior to being in the PI, I was most nervous about this particular leg of my trip. The part where I would be spending a lot of time with my family after many, many years. Now that I am here, I am much more comfortable and I have much less anxiety. Honestly, I just want to be around people that aren't complete strangers and i'm excited to see how my family here lives compared to what i've seen. I waited at Clark for about 10 mins since my flight arrived early, but then I caught a glimpse of my dad and grandpa in the van and I went to greet them. I was suprised to see the WHOLE family came to pick me up. My grandparents, Dad, Aunt Gigi, and others that I had never met before...more on that later.

They ended up coming down from their home a few hours earlier to go to the mall and casino. We left the airport to pick up my grandma at the casino. My grandpa and I had lunch while we waited for her to finish playing slots, and the rest of the family waited in the van. It was kind of weird, I didn't understand why we all split up like that. Right away, I felt closest to my Grandparents more than anyone else. Probably because I saw them a little over a year ago, but more so because they acted so comfortable with me. I think that has a lot to do with the fact that they spent so much time with me and my brothers when we were babies. It's crazy that I hardly ever saw them in the past 20 years, but they are still typical Grandparents that wanted to spoil their grandson.

Next thing I know, Grandma ordered some snacks, grandpa was now on the slots, and I was at the mall with the rest of the family. I honestly just wanted to lay down and rest after my flight, but it was a nice little day trip for them, so I didn't want to ruin the fun. After the day was all said and done, my grandparents were still gambling, so we ended up getting a couple of rooms here at the Hotel/Casino. My dad and I went for a drive to get some Litson Manok (rotisserie chicken), down on the strip. Angeles City used to be where all the US military were stationed so there are a lot of old white vets walking around with young pinays. I've seen it here more then anywhere else. My dad parked the van almost in the middle of the street to get the chicken, while I waited. As I was waiting, the biggest cockroach ever, slowly creeped into the driver window. Other than that, nothing too eventful. Eating dinner with the fam, felt very familiar for me. Having to be resourceful with what you have around you for dinnerware. And eating with your hands is pretty common here as well. If you ask me, its much more efficient. There is actually a technique to it. And when they do use utensils, they typically hold the fork in the left hand and spoon in the right. It's also an interesting technique where you use the fork to push everything into your spoon.

So back to my family out here...well I guess the only way to explain it is that it is kind of messed up. I have an Uncle that is younger then me at 12 years old. I have an 8 month old little brother, which makes our age difference over 24 years apart. He literally is young enough to be my son. And My "stepmom" is younger than my younger brother. It's like a scene straight out out the movie, "Don't Be A Menace To South Central, While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood." And you know what, as messed up as it seems, it really just is a testament to what my Mom and my brothers have made of our lives. Plus its not as bad as I am making it out to be. And I just think its funny more than anything else. I guess you can say that it makes my life more unique and interesting. I'm playing it by ear on what my next move is for my trip. But i'm excited for the experience while I'm here.